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waynecymraeg (waynecymraeg) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Re: Pandora and Wayne
Wayne was startled to see the Dark Mark, but only because it was such a stark contrast against the color of her skin - and he hadn't remembered seeing it before.

He shrugged. "It's just a scar, really."

So, family shit, plus residual guilt, he figured. He reserved any further conclusion-drawing to when his head was a bit less...throbbing.

It took a second before Wayne realized his was sort of similar. He held out his left forearm, the one with the new badger tattoo stretched across it. Stacey did good work - you could barely see the patch job from before.

"Under here?" he began, tracing the center. "Was a name. We...we were fifteen. And I..." He cleared his throat, mouth tasting sour and deadly.

"I ruined her life. Aborted my own future, too, but she...had potential."

He couldn't say more for now. He let his eyes slide shut. He hadn't turned on the overhead light, but sunlight was still streaming in through the door open to the main room of his studio flat.